Adrien remembered trying to be subtle, careful. Respectful to far too passive when dealing with people and their problems. It had been the memories of the past several months as he visited home.

The years in Nautilus said otherwise when it came to his father.

He had spoken to Spark. And technically he had detention, but either way, he needed to not be here. Not when Gabriel didn't really know who he was. Maybe think he was Chat Noir or something, that could work.

He opened the door and there is a pause because he does remember this fake life too. One where Gabriel was here. More attentive. Caring. Who had taken to his grief better.

He sighed, and his eyes are determined. "Father, we need to talk," he said, approaching his father, ignoring the dinner.